Their loss. - Maisy, Buddy and Riley on a nature walk.
Thursday, October 31, 2013
Wednesday, October 30, 2013
We need to talk Riley.
Ever since you got that new rope toy, it's like I don't exist. - Buddy Love
I still have needs you know.
Tuesday, October 29, 2013
What? This ole thing?
Girl, I got this purse at the mall. It was on sale and I just had to get it. - Jaxson
I gotta say- I just LOVE that collar you are wearing today. Is that periwinkle?
Monday, October 28, 2013
Can you hurry up and POOP already?!
This isn't even our yard and the neighbors can see you. - Riley to her human walker
(Damn. I didn't bringing any little plastic bags)
Sunday, October 27, 2013
Why is the "TB" not on? Makes Buddy so sad...
What?!- I should be outside playing? - Buddy Loves the couch instead
Saturday, October 26, 2013
She tastes like chocolate. And she smells like peanut butter...
Damnit Sam. That is YOU I smell, a-hole. You ate a snickers bar!- Maisy to Sam
.Hee hee. I did.- Sam
Friday, October 25, 2013
If I have to sit on a POSTAGE STAMP to make my point I will....
Get a bigger doggie bed - Sam I am
This abuse makes Sam so sad...
Thursday, October 24, 2013
Nope. I don't have any idea who messed up the couch covers.
Why? Do you know who did it?- Riley
(Now come help me find where I buried my toys in the crevices of this couch)
Wednesday, October 23, 2013
"Little Pieces" by Grace Saalsaa
"Little Pieces" by Grace Saalsaa
of MidAmerica Border Collie Rescue
(Written for those who foster)
Melissa sat on the floor, unable to sit straight and tall like her mother had always admonished her to do when she was a child. Today, it would be impossible. And tomorrow... it probably wouldn't be possible then either. Her mind was too busy thinking about the dog that lay across her lap.
When he came to be with her, he had no name. She remembered that day very well. The first sight of him was enough to break her heart into little pieces.
The woman, who had taken this dog from the rough streets where he had lived, had tried to save him because she was unable to watch this young dog find his own food in a dumpster outside the crack house where he lived. Nobody cared that he was gone.
His fur was very thick; so thick that she had to wiggle her fingers down to feel his bony body. And as she pulled her fingers away again, they were coated in old dirt. Black and white, he was supposed to be. But on that day he was beige and dust.
He sat in the back of her car panting continuously, ears laid outward for he had lost his courage and couldn't keep them proud and tall. He sat motionless, waiting and limp.
But the thing that was the most disturbing was the look in his eyes. They were quiet eyes, sunken into his head - and they watched her. They were alive with thought. He was waiting for her to do something "to" him.
Little did he know at the time that, instead, she would "give" something to him. She gave him one of the little broken pieces of her heart.
She reached out to stroke his head and he instinctively squinched his eyes shut and dropped his head, waiting for the heavy hand. With that little bit of movement she gave him another one of the broken pieces of her heart.
She took him home and gave him a bath. She toweled him dry and brushed some order back into his coat. For that, he was grateful and even though his own heart was loaded with worms, he accepted yet another piece of her heart, for it would help to heal his own.
"Would you like some water, big boy?" She whispered to him as she set down a large bowl of cold well water. He drank it up happily. He had been dehydrated for a long time and she knew it would take him most of the week to re-hydrate.
He wanted more water - but it was gone. Ah... that's how it is, he thought to himself. But he was grateful for what he had been able to get. "Would you like some more?" and she gave him another bowl along with another little piece of her heart.
"I know that you are hungry. You don't have to find your own food anymore. Here's a big bowl of good food for you. I've added some warm water and a little piece of my heart."
Over the four months that he stayed with her, his health improved. The heart full of worms was replaced piece by piece with little bits of her loving heart. And each little piece worked a very special kind of magic.
When the warmth of love and gentle caresses are added, the little broken pieces knit together again and heal the container it resides in. That container becomes whole again.
She watched each little broken piece fill a gap in the gentle dog until his quiet eyes radiated the light from the little pieces. You see, kind words gently spoken turn the little pieces into illumination for the spirit that resides within.
He rested beside her, happy to be with her always. Never had he known such kindness, such gentle caresses; such love. His health had returned, his spirit was playful as a young dog's should be and he had learned about love.
Now his heart was full. The healing was complete. It was time to go. There was another person who had another heart that was meant to be shared with him.
So she sat shapeless on the floor because all the broken pieces of her heart were with the dog. It is difficult to sit tall when your heart is not with you. She wrapped her arms around the dog that sat with tall, proud ears for her. Lean on me, he said.
And she gave him one last thing that would keep him strong; that would keep the pieces of her heart together long after he had gone on to live his new life. She gave him her tears and bound them to the pieces with a simple statement made from the ribbons of her heart.
"I love you, Joe." And Joe lived happily ever after.
Melissa sat on the floor, straight and tall like her mother had always admonished her to do when she was a child. Today, it would be possible. And tomorrow... it probably would be possible too. Because her mind was busy thinking about this, the next dog that lay across her lap.
Where did she get the heart to help yet another dog, you ask? Ahhh... it came with the dog. They always bring a little bit of heart with them. And when the rescuer breathes in that little bit of heart, it quickly grows and fills the void left by the last dog.
If you truly "get" it -- if you are moved by this poem -- please consider getting involved in a foster care program. The dogs need someone like you!
of MidAmerica Border Collie Rescue
(Written for those who foster)
Melissa sat on the floor, unable to sit straight and tall like her mother had always admonished her to do when she was a child. Today, it would be impossible. And tomorrow... it probably wouldn't be possible then either. Her mind was too busy thinking about the dog that lay across her lap.
When he came to be with her, he had no name. She remembered that day very well. The first sight of him was enough to break her heart into little pieces.
The woman, who had taken this dog from the rough streets where he had lived, had tried to save him because she was unable to watch this young dog find his own food in a dumpster outside the crack house where he lived. Nobody cared that he was gone.
His fur was very thick; so thick that she had to wiggle her fingers down to feel his bony body. And as she pulled her fingers away again, they were coated in old dirt. Black and white, he was supposed to be. But on that day he was beige and dust.
He sat in the back of her car panting continuously, ears laid outward for he had lost his courage and couldn't keep them proud and tall. He sat motionless, waiting and limp.
But the thing that was the most disturbing was the look in his eyes. They were quiet eyes, sunken into his head - and they watched her. They were alive with thought. He was waiting for her to do something "to" him.
Little did he know at the time that, instead, she would "give" something to him. She gave him one of the little broken pieces of her heart.
She reached out to stroke his head and he instinctively squinched his eyes shut and dropped his head, waiting for the heavy hand. With that little bit of movement she gave him another one of the broken pieces of her heart.
She took him home and gave him a bath. She toweled him dry and brushed some order back into his coat. For that, he was grateful and even though his own heart was loaded with worms, he accepted yet another piece of her heart, for it would help to heal his own.
"Would you like some water, big boy?" She whispered to him as she set down a large bowl of cold well water. He drank it up happily. He had been dehydrated for a long time and she knew it would take him most of the week to re-hydrate.
He wanted more water - but it was gone. Ah... that's how it is, he thought to himself. But he was grateful for what he had been able to get. "Would you like some more?" and she gave him another bowl along with another little piece of her heart.
"I know that you are hungry. You don't have to find your own food anymore. Here's a big bowl of good food for you. I've added some warm water and a little piece of my heart."
Over the four months that he stayed with her, his health improved. The heart full of worms was replaced piece by piece with little bits of her loving heart. And each little piece worked a very special kind of magic.
When the warmth of love and gentle caresses are added, the little broken pieces knit together again and heal the container it resides in. That container becomes whole again.
She watched each little broken piece fill a gap in the gentle dog until his quiet eyes radiated the light from the little pieces. You see, kind words gently spoken turn the little pieces into illumination for the spirit that resides within.
He rested beside her, happy to be with her always. Never had he known such kindness, such gentle caresses; such love. His health had returned, his spirit was playful as a young dog's should be and he had learned about love.
Now his heart was full. The healing was complete. It was time to go. There was another person who had another heart that was meant to be shared with him.
So she sat shapeless on the floor because all the broken pieces of her heart were with the dog. It is difficult to sit tall when your heart is not with you. She wrapped her arms around the dog that sat with tall, proud ears for her. Lean on me, he said.
And she gave him one last thing that would keep him strong; that would keep the pieces of her heart together long after he had gone on to live his new life. She gave him her tears and bound them to the pieces with a simple statement made from the ribbons of her heart.
"I love you, Joe." And Joe lived happily ever after.
Melissa sat on the floor, straight and tall like her mother had always admonished her to do when she was a child. Today, it would be possible. And tomorrow... it probably would be possible too. Because her mind was busy thinking about this, the next dog that lay across her lap.
Where did she get the heart to help yet another dog, you ask? Ahhh... it came with the dog. They always bring a little bit of heart with them. And when the rescuer breathes in that little bit of heart, it quickly grows and fills the void left by the last dog.
If you truly "get" it -- if you are moved by this poem -- please consider getting involved in a foster care program. The dogs need someone like you!
Gawd yes, I am happy to be riding with you solo. Stop asking.
Know how you can tell? I haven't bit you yet. - Shanti
Just drive and pretend I am not here.
Tuesday, October 22, 2013
Great tips for training to kennel a dog at home....
If your new dog will be left alone for several hours every day, start crate training now, even if you are just in the next room or in the house while he is out in the back yard. He needs to learn he has to spend time without you. A dog that gets constant attention and then is suddenly left alone for eight hours may bark, chew, or develop other behavior problems due to separation anxiety.
Train with food. Do not use the kennel for punishment. Throw a treat in so they will follow it and say "Kennel Up" or whatever you would like to use consistently. Soon enough the dogs do it on their own and you still give them the food reward. Dogs LIKE their crates if trained right and will often nap in them or seek solace there.
It is EXCELLENT advice! It makes complete sense and explains the behavior. It is like putting a 4 year old in a room all by himself for 8 hours and saying, "Ok, be GOOD, don't get BORED, and don't get LONELY." That is a tall order (impossible?) for an ADULT, much less a child or a pup. :(
Riley, my recent foster, was already 11 months old and did not willingly go in the kennel/crate here. I used the above tips and it works. She is in there now, while I am out here typing.
(From 3 people involved with Boston Terrier Rescues in the SE sharing to educate others).
Train with food. Do not use the kennel for punishment. Throw a treat in so they will follow it and say "Kennel Up" or whatever you would like to use consistently. Soon enough the dogs do it on their own and you still give them the food reward. Dogs LIKE their crates if trained right and will often nap in them or seek solace there.
It is EXCELLENT advice! It makes complete sense and explains the behavior. It is like putting a 4 year old in a room all by himself for 8 hours and saying, "Ok, be GOOD, don't get BORED, and don't get LONELY." That is a tall order (impossible?) for an ADULT, much less a child or a pup. :(
Riley, my recent foster, was already 11 months old and did not willingly go in the kennel/crate here. I used the above tips and it works. She is in there now, while I am out here typing.
(From 3 people involved with Boston Terrier Rescues in the SE sharing to educate others).
Here comes Stella. Are you pushing her in "accidently" this time or me?
Buddy to Shanti
Oh, I got this. Nod your head when she gets right up behind me.... - Shanti
Monday, October 21, 2013
Sunday, October 20, 2013
I wonder what is going over at the neighbor's house?
And why don't I ever get invited? - Sam I am on guard
(They must be swingers)
Saturday, October 19, 2013
Some might think I am a little TOO relaxed at my foster's crib.
I say WTF, why not live a little? - Riley, available for adoption
(Totally at home in her new surroundings)
Friday, October 18, 2013
Looks and acts like a possum.
But it smells like a deer or a rabbit, though I have never caught one or been up close to one. What do you think it is Sam?- Buddy Love (with Stella the foster)
"Don't Know and Don't Care" - Sam
Thursday, October 17, 2013
Cute Video. "You scream I scream - Dog"
http://www.youtube.com/
Love when the tables are turned- both funny and gives us prospective of a dog's life.
Love when the tables are turned- both funny and gives us prospective of a dog's life.
I have NO IDEA where I am or how to get home.
Maisy Moo with her bewildered look
(But it sure is nice here at the mall)
Wednesday, October 16, 2013
Tuesday, October 15, 2013
It is like giving birth in the waiting area of the vet's office.
And only the head wants to come out.- Buddy Loves not the vet.
(Help. I may need the doctor's assistance out here!)
Monday, October 14, 2013
I just find you just dreamy....
Tell me you feel the same way about me big boy - Sam
(He loves men or can't you tell?)
Sunday, October 13, 2013
I will hide behind this tree so no one will notice I am tinkling on the beach....
- Buddy Loves to pee
(What? You can still see me?)
Saturday, October 12, 2013
Is it hurt or just retarded? What's wrong with this crazy pup?
Why is mom always rescuing some poor-ass, skanky, discarded ball of fur and bringing it home?
Opps. Wait. That was us once. ROCK ON mom - Buddy to Sam
(PS- And we promise not to kill it)
Friday, October 11, 2013
Looks like a great day for a swim!
Well now we know I can't swim...
Let's do that again, minus your screaming this time.- Stella, adopted by land dwellers
Thursday, October 10, 2013
Wednesday, October 9, 2013
Tuesday, October 8, 2013
Those people just make the hair on my back stand up.
I just do not get a good feeling about the new neighbors. - Sam I am not sharing the lake
Monday, October 7, 2013
Follow me Stella. Stay on the boards so you don't fall in. Lord knows I won't come get you.
Buddy Love- who has learned from his dock mistakes = swimming lessons prematurely
Sunday, October 6, 2013
Ok. Listen. I am not telling you how to drive, but I know a short cut.
Take a left up here at the gas station. - Riley, slightly controlling.
(Yep, she places her paws - classic boxer- over my shoulders when I drive)
Saturday, October 5, 2013
Duck duck GOOSE!
Stay with me pups.- Sam
Ring around the Rosie
Butt sniffing boogie.
That's all we know. - Buddy, Stella, and Samson
Friday, October 4, 2013
Whoops. That one just slipped out.
Maybe the guest won't notice. - Buddy Love
(Opps, I think he just did)
Well, it is not really my fault. He is sitting in the line of fire.
(Oh, good. He has gone back to watching TV and I can sleep again now that the air has cleared)
Besides, it wasn't like I grilled those hot dogs and fed them to myself. Ffrftttfrrth!
(Can you hear me now?!- LOL, now I sleep)
Thursday, October 3, 2013
The NO KILL EQUATION is HERE.
The No Kill Equation is something you will hear more and more about. Lots of counties/towns in the US are becoming a part of this movement. Basically using proven steps that involve the community, we can eliminate (with the same dollars) the killing of innocent shelter animals. Eventually all shelters will be no kill, when we as people take more responsibility and accountability. Educate, get involved, help others, reach out, foster, adopt, and preach " SPAY and NEUTER".
Locally (to me and a some of my readers) we have the Make Lincoln County No Kill. Here is their booth with two of their leaders....Jena Healy and Karen Banker.
(Harley, 15+ years old and mooching at a cookout)
(Maisy at 14+ years old. Can always be found napping or eating)
We didn't do it. We are your angels Daddy.
Check with the dogs next door. They look guilty. - Freddie with Sally (both available for adoption)
(Can we get our treat now for telling the truth?)
Wednesday, October 2, 2013
I thought I stepped in cat shit but I realize it is your breath I am smelling....
And I LIKE it.- Freddie (rescue) to Hannah
(Do you taste as good as you smell baby?)
Tuesday, October 1, 2013
Bully Bites Dog Treats
If you want homemade dog treats with no preservatives, try Bully Bites by Cynthia Hamilton. She came to the Boxer/Boston Terrier Beach Bash and SOLD OUT on Sunday!
They have flavors like peanut butter, bacon, cheese and pumpkin. My dogs love their new treats and they are very reasonable ($5 and $10 bags)
www.bullybites.weebly.com or bullybitesbiscuits@gmail.com
GREAT PACKAGING!
Thank you Cindy for being a vendor and donating to such a great cause. And for being a terrific animal lover.
Sam loved your booth the best!
A brisk walk is a great way to start the day. Step on the gas mom! - So that the others may walk...
- Sam I am riding during my walk
(Big boy is good at letting me know when he is tired. Watching the other dogs run wears him OUT.)
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